Chapter 129: The Bmoc And The Artist

Kate Thompson had a self-image. It wasn't a bad one, mind you, but it was realistic. She had always thought of herself as a bit 'off', a little strange-weird, even. She just wasn't like other people.

And then she went to art school.

Kate's classmates in high school had thought she dressed strangely. Well, her floppy hats and skinny ties and tie-die skirts and collections of bracelets were positively sedate compared to some of her classmates in art school. Hair colors that were not of this world, piercings in places she didn't even know she had, and clothing choices that were way beyond the pale.

Suddenly, Kate had become conservative. How the hell did that happen, she laughed to herself.

Her roommate, Freya, wasn't bad. She actually had normal blonde hair, though she did have a gazillion piercings and favored camouflage clothing. She even wore her hair normally, loose around her shoulders, and not in a mohawk or somesuch. Kate also found out that she was a really cool person.

Kate also appreciated that Freya came to art school to do art. Kate had been flabbergasted at how many people came to art school to be, and be seen as, 'artistic'-but really didn't care about actually working at doing art. Kate actually wanted to go to art school to be a better painter-as did Freya, although in her case she was a photography major.

So, Kate and Freya got along, and had started developing a friendship. It wasn't until early October, however, that Kate told her about the most important person in her life.

She got off the phone that Tuesday afternoon and let out a delighted little squeak. "I can't believe he's starting!"

"Who's starting what?" Freya asked.

"My boyfriend, Chad."

"You have a boyfriend? How come I've never seen him?"

"We, unfortunately, don't have much time together-and, I'm sure you understand, when we do, we'd rather be alone."

"I'll buy that," Freya laughed. "So, he's starting what?"

"He's starting at quarterback Saturday for Boston College. He's only a freshman, but their quarterbacks are riddled with injuries. He's, like, the only one left, so he's starting Saturday against Syracuse. He's all excited. He's trying to get tickets for me now."

Freya goggled at her. "You're going out with a jock?"

"Yeah," Kate laughed. "Strange, isn't it? We've been going out for almost a year."

"Jeez, I'd like to meet him. It's just strange he's never been here."

"Well, it's easier for me to go there," Kate pointed out, "because he's busy with football right now." Kate's face unfolded into a wide grin. "Besides which, his roommate has been his best friend since freshman year in high school and knows and likes me-so he's real good about getting out of the room."

"Ah," Freya laughed. "So, you're doing him."

"Yup," Kate admitted happily.

"How is he?"

"Oh. My. God." Both girls cracked up laughing. "He's not your typical self-absorbed BMOC-type quarterback, you have to understand. He's very attentive to my needs."

"Ah," Freya laughed. "And are you attentive to his needs?"

"You wanna know a secret?" Kate asked. Freya nodded. "I'm a complete animal in bed." Freya looked at her, and then cracked up laughing. "He likes it," Kate continued, "a whole lot."

"I'll just bet he does," Freya grinned. "Still, the art school geek and the jock. It's amusing."

"To us, too, actually," Kate admitted. "Hey, I love sports, anyhow."

"Do you?" Freya asked. "Honestly, the only sport I like is figure skating."

"Really?" Kate grinned. "Damn, if I had known that, I'd have told you who my stepsister is." Freya looked at her, waiting. "Sophia Daniels Kelleher."

"You're kidding!" Freya gasped.

"Nope. Sophie's mom married my dad a few years ago. Sophie and Warren lived at the house the whole past year." Kate walked over to her shelving and pulled out a photo album. "See? I was even a bridesmaid at the wedding."

"You have to let me meet them! I adore their skating!" Freya said excitedly.

"Sure. When they get back for Christmas, sure," Kate agreed.

Chad came through with four tickets to the game. Freya eagerly went. Two other girls from their floor, Shelly and Alicia, decided to go along.

"I don't know why I'm going," Alicia said. "I'm not much for football."

"You're going because you're my friend, I love football," Shelly proclaimed. Shelly was a short-haired muscular lesbian.

"You liking football, that's such a cliché," Alicia teased.

"And you're such a breeder," Shelly teased back.

"Breeders can like football, too," Kate pointed out. "More to the point, we can like football players."

"There is that," Freya agreed.

"True," Shelly agreed.

"And you can check out the cheerleaders," Alicia teased.

"I'll be checking out the game," Shelly pointed out. "Like I said, I like football." They had found the very good seats that Chad had provided for them. "Hey, Kate. Nice seats."

"Good to have connections," Kate grinned.

"Connections?"

"Yeah." Shelly and Alicia didn't know about Chad. Kate spotted him warming up, fairly close by, and yelled out, "Hey, number five! Nice ass!" Chad turned around, spotted her, grinned, and waved.

"You know that guy?" Shelly asked.

"That's Chad Kozak. He's starting at quarterback today. It's his first start, he's just a freshman," Kate told Shelly. Then she grinned. "We've been going out for almost a year."

"Really?" Alicia asked. "A jock?"

"That's what I said," Freya laughed.

Shortly after that, the game started. Alicia and Freya were busy checking out "the tight end's tight end," but Shelly was pleased to find out that Kate knew football quite well.

"You a football nut because your guy plays it?" Shelly asked her.

"Nope. Long before that. In fact, at the first team party Chad took me to last year, I shocked the whole team with my acumen."

"Good for you," Shelly grinned.

Chad did well in his first game as a starter, especially after the coaches put his favorite receiver, Butch, into the game. BC won in a close one.

Alicia and Shelly headed back to Mass Art after the game, but Freya decided to hang out with Kate, who was waiting for Chad. Shortly he emerged, Butch in tow. Kate stood up and greeted him with a long kiss.

"Oh, Jesus. Here we go again," Butch teased.